Nothing...nothing standing before me. Never taunting. Never teasing. Never abandoning. Unlike my old life. To be fair, the nothing has caused me less pain than my memories.
The nothing does not feel. Does not hate. Does not care. Not at all. It is always waiting. Always present. Always ready.
So am I.
For the first time, I feel control. My actions are my own. The choice is mine. Even if it is annihilation...the choice is mine.
The nothingness already prepares itself. Already, I can feel it surround me, eager to flood. It does not pounce; it is not active. It merely fills and consumes.
Within me lies the person I once was...the people I once loved...the life I once lived. The sources of all my pain.
Alright nothing...I am ready.
Invasion. Intrusion. More violating than any feeling I could imagine. The nothing no longer hesitates once I cease my resistance, and I can feel its haste to consume all that it finds. It takes everything, hungry for my memories. And slowly, bit by bit, I feel the person who I once was disappear.
It is over. I do not know how long it lasted, but it is over. Memories...sorrow...pain. All of it is gone. Turned to nothing.
And yet...I do not sense the nothing. What happened? Where did...drowsy...in the dark...go to?
Drowsy in the dark...what does that mean? Did I think that? My words...that sentence? It means, then, what? Does it mean?
Mean?
The drowsy. Dark. To go down is...to settle. At the bottom. And.
Hmm...words. My thoughts. I think them; so I am.
Drowsy. Dark.
Drowsy.
Dark.
Done.
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"She's gone."
"Then it's time...move her onto the table."
A/N: end of the beginning. And now...sense perception, and thus a new arc of the story, begins.